Diary of a Soul Inflicted with March Madness #2

Thursday, March 18th, 2:15 pm–I pick Villanova to go to the Final Four in what is considered my “official bracket.” I enter different brackets in different contests. So, why was I rooting for Robert Morris? Why? Because it is so cool watching these little, out of nowhere school beat the “elite” teams.

You might think that this is about to make a hard left turn and I’m going to talk about David and Goliath. Maybe that they inspire us to believe that we can do anything. “Anything is possible if you believe.” Uh, no. I am officially on vacation and it is unlikely that you will get anything on cloften.com this week that you would call “significant content.” (I know, I know. How is that different? I get it.)

I just don’t like the big teams from the big schools. If you have ever won a championship, we don’t want you to win. Not one game. Go home. The best part of the underdog win? When the scrubby bench players lock arms on the bench during the freethrows and sway back and forth. Do coaches recruit some players based on their ability to execute that well?

It’s hard to have too much animosity for Villanova, per se. It’s not like it is Kansas, Duke or Kentucky. Nonetheless, Robert Morris is a cool team to root for. What is their mascot? TheCats? (dated reference) Scholars? Is Robert Morris a cigarette brand? Did he sign the Declaration of Independence? Is he the first architect to use the flying buttress? I could look it up, but I don’t care. It’s just cool.

I would like to formally apologize to the Robert Morris fan(s?) out there for writing this post too soon and jinxing it. If it makes you feel any better, my final four picks are still in tact.